As far as Heine can tell, it doesn't seem like outright pain, but it worries him anyway. He takes the moment to mouth at Jade's shoulder, his collarbone. Almost absently, Heine drags his teeth over the surface hard enough to feel the heat of his skin through the thin barrier of his shirt.

He doesn't know what to say that'll help. Keeping his hips where they are, as well as he can, Heine moves his hand to Jade's cock and uses his palm to grind it against his stomach. Still, he can't keep himself from pushing forward that last fraction of an inch to get Jade's ass flush against his hips.